Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

To be honest, Nikolai felt quite surprised that someone would be rude here.

His eyes watched the door smash open and fail.

They forced the poor staff member to open the door as it bleeped. A moment later, several wraiths jumped inside.

'Oh, it looks like they're serious?'

"Nya?! Nikolai some random guys just broke into our room!"

A fake cry. This cheeky minx clearly wanted him to react or become angry. Yet Nikolai didn't seem to mind much, instead watching their faces.

"It seems so, do you think they want to dance?"

Nikolai felt disgusted by their filthy scent, a sour and rotten aroma that filled the room. It made him want to vomit.

'They smell like shit...'

'Each of them makes me want to kill!'

'Damn Wraiths, ruining my night.'

Anger. He didn't think that his mood could sour so quickly, even with Risa on his lap. Yet the dull eyes watching him made Nikolai feel sick.

"Get out of the room—this is where our prince will drink!"

A slow, distorted voice. The fact the wraith could speak shocked Nikolai the most. Yet, he couldn't stop the cat on his lap from getting angry.

'When she bounces... it feels good.'

"Hah?! Who the fuck are you!" Risa tossed her empty glass at the female wraith that had just spoken.

SHATTER—!

The room filled with the sweet scent of wine while glass shattered everywhere.

Despite trying to hit the woman, Risa missed. Now, the Wraiths surrounded the first intruder, protecting them.

Glass spread around the room. It created a beautiful sparkle, catching Nikolai's eye.

'It seems these wraiths don't plan to leave...'

'Then, should I just slaughter them... no, is that a smart idea?'

'How the hell do I know... my head is buzzing right now!'

"Who do you think you are, filthy bitch?"

A sharp and coarse voice, like a cold dagger placed against the throat. With this single sentence, Nikolai knew they were those living in the nest to the north.

Creak—

Nikolai leaned forward, lifting Risa before placing her down and cracking his neck.

'So, let's see their strength. Are they worms or an actual danger?'

'200, 322, 150, 120 Force... Nothing special.'

"Risa, don't move."

His voice was harsh yet it sounded commanding yet alluring. Nikolai shrugged his shoulders, using his momentum to throw off his black suit jacket. "So, trashy little wraith. Shall I put you back in your shallow grave, or will you piss off right now?"

He didn't know why. Nikolai just felt they ruined his night and time with Risa.

'It shouldn't matter, but I can't leave it.'

'Maybe it's the alcohol reaching my brain already, no... it might just be the mission.'

"You fucker, how dare you speak to our prince that way!"

"Shut up, corpse princess—I don't go easy on ugly women."

Nikolai rubbed his neck, yet he didn't release his suit. The suit constricted Nikolai's body, but it strangely fuelled his excitement.

'I feel like a raging tiger.'

'No... make that a direwolf, haha.'

The so-called prince seemed seething mad. His dull red eyes glared at Nikolai while the energy inside his body rapidly pumped into his limbs.

Dull, mangy black hair, grey skin. The prince was rather skinny and seemed to lack 'food' and prestige. A mere glimpse of his spikes peeking made Nikolai frown.

'This fucker was preparing to attack me mid-conversation. Haha, I love it!'

Before they attacked, Nikolai's entry body shuddered, his arms quickly transforming into monstrous black arms with thick claws.

'I can feel it, so pleasant!'

Vermillion, Essence and Celestial Aura pumped through his body. Nikolai could feel it, his body reaching the pinnacle of his strength, both eyes glowing bright blue.

'No need for blood arts!'

'I cannot become weak!'

'To save those humans tomorrow, let's kill this bastard now!'

When the prince and his corpse princess shifted, my muscles tightened—just as they tried to attack, I was already lunging at the prince with my right fist clenched.

A black aura surrounded his fist, the air crackling from the force of Nikolai's uppercut. He didn't hold back, and the heavy suit barely stopped his outburst.

"You dirty dog—"

"Shut that ugly mouth!"

Nikolai roared while leaving the ground, his body twirling like a classing Street fighting move.

THUD—!

The immense power of the block caused the prince with 400 force to suddenly fly back against the wall before cracking his jaw and nose.

"How dare you hit the prince! Ack?!"

'I felt a familiar burst of wind.'

When Nikolai turned to the side, he saw Risa's body flying at high speeds. Her Wind Step allowed her knees to smash into the corpse princess, shattering her face.

CRACK—!

"Hrrk?!"

Blood exploded, followed by flesh and cracked bones. I watched the princess drop like a sack of rocks.

'Risa... you sexy little...'

Before, Nikolai could focus on the lovely Nekomata now dodging the fists of the low-level wraiths. Her agile and flexible body twisted and turned with blood sprayed over her face. Unable to hide her wicked smile and the bloodlust in her glowing eyes.

"Woah!"

A fist flew past Nikolai's face full of force, creating a fierce wind. He stepped back, almost shocked, and saw the prince fully healed while looking furious.

"You damned animals! How dare you kill Annabelle!"

His sharp and coarse voice almost sounded emotional, though no tears followed. It made Nikolai feel amused that even these monsters felt affection.

'Hahaha, a shame he didn't cry.'
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The poor worker already seemed to have rushed away. With a glance, Nikolai saw Risa's claws tear apart the weak wraiths trying to support the prince.

He then stepped forward, his body heavy yet adrenaline pumping through his body. Nikolai could feel something strange while observing the Wraith.

'I can feel the movement of my blood... control it's speed better!'

'This suit, is this the TRUE usage?!'

Nikolai's lips curled into a cruel smile, his black claws extending. Finished experimenting with the filthy wraith prince.

He became the beast.

A dark aura wrapped around him, masking his figure. Rage and a desire for revenge filled the prince until the moment he saw Nikolai in this state, he opened his mouth.

"N-No... I!"

What could a corpse do against a god? Those were the momentary thoughts of the excited Nikolai. Yet his blood began transforming, and once again, everything turned black, flooding his muscles with pure power and a dull ache.

'I stopped letting it all become Obsidian Tide because of the after affects... but now I want to push myself.'

'Push myself to the limit!'

WOOSH—!!

The moment Nikolai stepped on the table and leapt at the prince. He whipped his tail and shattered the skull of male wrath that jumped at Risa. The view of her bloody and frenzied state reflected into the glass behind the prince.

'She's beautiful.'

"STOP!"

Cried the prince! Before Nikolai's elbow connected with a crunch, then as the poor wraith flung back, he extended his left arm.

"Argk.... Hrrk....?!"

The black claw sliced through his body like butter.

A wet squelch and the weight of the torn meat felt heavy for Nikolai after losing his momentum.

'Disgusting... the blood and meat are rotten.'

Nikolai hated the scent of sour and dirty things. Though he didn't mind natural smells, when it was the undead, it really tested his patience.

"Oh my god?! The prince is dead! Run!"

"Hah!"

Risa's body ran along the window, tapping several times before she propelled herself towards the door and drop-kicked the last escaping wrath.

"Hmmm... are you done, Risa?"

"Phew! Nikolai?"

The moment she landed, her eyes kept their slight emerald glow. Yet her pupils widened when Nikolai's hands touched her filthy face, covered in blood.

A sticky and foul feeling, yet Nikolai noticed a cut on her cheek.

"Your beautiful face has been wounded..."

"Ah.. that, I was careless..."

Risa seemed bashful, turning away from Nikolai. Yet her tail danced while she trembled, feeling his lips touch her cheek, licking her wound.

'Ah... her blood tastes like caramel now, it's delicious...'

'I want more of her blood!'

"N-Nikolai?!"

Shocked by his sudden actions, Risa was weak when on the defence. Her eyes closed tight while feeling him licking her wound, the stinging feeling quickly becoming a comfortable, ticklish feeling that made her feel strange.

"Sorry, I should have been more attentive. Yet..."

He looked down at her pretty face, gazing up at him, unable to hide his amusement, with a slight smile, brushing the sticky cheek clean.

"Watching you fight was too beautiful. The way you move is naturally captivating."

'Ah... I want to bite her neck, and drink her dry...'

"Hmph~ you are just a little drunk, this isn't what you truly mean!"

Risa's cheeks became red, yet she felt a little upset. Her chest raced from his treatment. Until she remembered the rotting, old blood which stained her dress and body, leaving black and blue bruises. It smelt bad and made her feel disgusting.

"I... should we call it a—"

It wasn't like she was expecting anything—after all, Nikolai seemed loyal to the other two women. The only reason she pretended to be confident was the alcohol and the way he teased her.

"—Let's go to that hotel again."

'After all those innocent eyes, they drive my bloodlust crazy...'

Nikolai's sharp gaze made Rise feel like prey. No matter how strong she became, Nikolai's glowing eyes, filled with a ravenous desire, made Rise feel like his meal.

"A-Are you sure, I mean... you could go see Nikita or..."

"I want to drink your blood tonight. Is that a no?"

"How could it be a no?! You're already carrying me!"

"Haha~ so I am, forgive me."

He didn't truly apologise. While carrying Risa in his arms, he paid an extra amount on leaving to cover the damage to the room.

'Though they probably won't accept me here again alone...

'I need power, authority and to spread my name!'

His first step was to kill Alistair Faust and become stronger than a weak true blood.

The pair climbed into a black Ober. As they planned to visit the hotel, the pair stayed at the last time it wouldn't be so difficult to book a room—Suddenly, an older male passed them.

A male with dull red eyes, a wrinkled face and a rotten stench.

The moment he arrived at the same club the pair just left, he sniffed the air and turned back, watching the distant car that soon vanished.

"It seems that the seventh prince is dead... A dog and cat killed him?"

"Oh well, trash will be trash."

The old man flicked out a handkerchief while wiping his glasses and muttering about the licence plate of the car he saw.

"Well... you will not get away with slaying those of our clan. I am the elder charged with protecting the future heirs of my lord."

"Do spend the night well because tomorrow, this Seval will end your lives."

He slowly closed his eyes, transforming his face into a fierce and contorted shape.

Then, in a flash, he disappeared into a cloud of darkness.